“Just now… what was that?”
Seeing that Yukinoshita Yukino was safe and unharmed, Sato Yuto, whose entire body had been tense, finally relaxed.
Thinking back to that shot just now, it had felt as though he had received divine assistance, as if everything had been completely under his control.
He had entered some so-called “flow” state.
In that state, people could not even feel the passage of time, and the body’s potential could be greatly stimulated.
Yuto did not know what that feeling was.
He tried hard to enter it again, but it was like a headless fly buzzing around aimlessly, impossible to grasp.
“What is this… Don’t tell me it’s some kind of sign that a genetic lock is about to open?”
On the other side, just as Yukino instinctively bent down and picked up the scroll on the ground, the system prompt happened to pop up.
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[Obtained Item: Lightning Arc Arrow Scroll]
[Item]: Lightning Arc Arrow Scroll
[Type]: One-Time Learning Scroll
[Description]: The player may use this item to learn and master the magic spell—[Lightning Arc Arrow].
Normally, entry-level mastery requires 1 to 3 days, while proficient mastery requires 7 days before it can initially be used.
[Magic: Lightning Arc Arrow]: Guide the magic source, push out from the palm, aim directly ahead, and consume around 50% of one’s stamina and 30% of one’s mana to fire a lightning arc arrow at the enemy, dealing magic damage.
[Remark]: Has a certain chance to inflict paralysis and scorching effects on the enemy.
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However, right now, the two of them did not have the leisure to examine the scroll carefully.
Because Yuto had fired his gun to save someone, all the zombies on the top floor had been attracted over.
The dense zombie tide came surging in a dark, crushing mass, just like a scene playing out from a zombie movie.
“Don’t forget the shooting method I taught you.
Release the safety, then fire!”
For someone who had never touched a gun before, even having a real firearm in hand did not mean they could shoot steadily.
A trace of obvious panic appeared on Yukino’s delicate and beautiful face.
Looking at the zombies roaring and surging forward one after another like a black tide, she hurriedly pulled out the Beretta M9 she carried with her, released the safety, and began shooting.
Although she did not understand guns, she was very smart.
She had been paying attention the entire time when Yuto chose his firearm, and had copied him exactly, picking the same type of gun.
“Bang, bang, bang!!!”
Gunshots rang out without pause.
Yuto’s expression was cold and stern.
Carrying the AK-105, he unleashed suppressive fire.
In this kind of situation, whether it was the Colt Python or the Beretta M9, neither was as useful as a rifle.
Under the powerful blanket of fire, all the zombies were killed before they even had the chance to pounce in front of the two of them.
Ten minutes later, the battle ended.
In the corridor, mangled corpses ravaged by ammunition lay scattered everywhere.
Severed limbs and filthy blood had splashed all over the place.
It looked like a savage, blood-red abstract painting.
It was extremely nauseating.
“Ugh… blegh…”
Yuto heard the sound of Yukino vomiting behind him.
Even he felt somewhat sickened by such a disgusting scene, let alone this refined young lady.
The youth raised an eyebrow, removed the magazine from the AK-105, and saw that there was still one round left inside.
He clearly remembered the words once spoken by the platoon leader who had taught him how to shoot.
No matter when, never let your magazine run empty.
A full magazine was never a loss.
Sometimes, during a life-and-death standoff with an enemy, the difference was that one fatal bullet.
With a click, the ammunition was reloaded.
The boy turned his head and looked at the girl supporting herself against the wall, her face pale.
“Feeling better?”
“Mm…”
Although Yukino considered herself quite brave already, at least compared to those timid people in the classroom who did not dare step outside, the scene just now had clearly dealt a tremendous blow to both her body and mind.
“Take deep breaths.
Try to imagine something happy.”
Yuto quietly stood beside Yukino and accompanied her.
Slowly, he watched as the girl’s breathing gradually steadied.
“Thank you.” Yukino patted her not-so-big chest, and a trace of gratitude appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Yuto knew that this thanks was not only for now, but also for saving her life earlier.
He nodded, wasting no words, and was just about to enter the principal’s office.
But then he saw Yukino extend her fair, delicate hand toward him.
Resting in her palm was a scroll wrapped in light-brown oiled paper.
“Here.
It dropped after you killed that zombie earlier.
It should be a special item.”
Yuto truly had not noticed the dropped scroll.
Just now, all his attention had been on the zombies.
He accepted the scroll.
His fingertips touched the rough paper, and pale blue, twisted lightning patterns were drawn across its surface.
The system prompt appeared before his eyes at the same time.
After two seconds of silence, he raised his eyes and looked at Yukino.
“You’re quite impressive.”
Yukino was slightly startled, then nodded as if it were only natural.
She had never hypocritically avoided praise.
Ever since she was little, she had been a wealthy beautiful girl blessed with both looks and intelligence, achieving excellent results in her studies and other areas.
Yet because of that, she had been envied by her peers and isolated since childhood.
Combined with her own personality, she had very few friends.
At this moment, the cooperation between the two of them, which had originally been maintained solely by the need to survive, seemed to quietly gain a little more trust.
The door to the principal’s office was locked.
Yuto pried at it twice with his combat knife, and with a “click,” the lock cylinder was quickly forced open.
He pushed open the door.
The inside of the office was much tidier than the two of them had imagined.
In the corner stood an unopened 12-liter barrel of mineral water.
Beside it was a huge snack cabinet as tall as three people, filled with typical American-style snacks.
In the center of the room lay a thick cashmere carpet.
On top of it was a broad, imposing solid-wood desk and chair.
Judging from the size, the principal of this school probably often worked at his desk in this office while also enjoying a pleasant afternoon tea.
“I’ll pack the food!”
Yukino volunteered, raising her small hand.
Her expression was, for once, somewhat cheerful.
After risking their lives and working hard for so long, the two of them had finally found survival supplies.
Judging from the situation, as long as they used them sparingly, these supplies would be enough to last at least a week.
Of course, that was without counting the people in the classroom.
Otherwise, with more than twenty mouths to feed, it probably would not even be enough for a single day.
With Yukino organizing the supplies, Yuto now had some free time.
He looked toward the diagonal opposite side of the principal’s desk.
There stood a rather luxurious mahogany bookshelf.
It was densely packed with books, taking up one-third of the office.
Most of the books on the shelf were related to education.
That did fit the principal’s role of teaching and educating students quite well.
Suddenly, Yuto’s fingertips brushed over the spines of the books and stopped on a copy of Educational Psychology.
The spine of this book was clearly thicker than the others, and there were obvious signs of wear along the edges.
It seemed to have been frequently handled.
Yuto tried pulling it outward, and the bookshelf actually made a “click” sound before sliding aside slightly, revealing a hidden compartment inside.
Within the dark compartment were three items.
A dark-blue transparent glass tube.
A label on it read “Stamina Potion.”
A pitch-black grenade launcher.
And six grenades gleaming with a metallic luster.